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A dull gunshot unique to the Mini rifle rang out. Huang Taiji only felt that something was hit hard on his thigh, and then severe pain hit him. At the same time, the horse under his crotch also neighed and stood up. Huang Taiji He was thrown directly to the ground before he could react!
"Protect Mr. Baylor!" Huang Taiji's guards were so frightened that they shouted quickly. Then several guards jumped off their horses and rushed towards Huang Taiji!
Huang Taiji was shot in the leg and knocked down again. He felt as if he was falling apart. However, his mind was still very clear. He was ambushed. The Ming army had occupied Pyongyang and was waiting here. This rabbit just hit him by himself!
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Huang Taiji yelled at the top of his lungs, but his shout was drowned in the rumbling gunfire!
At this time, Wang Hua had already commanded the Ming army on the city wall to attack the Hou Jin army outside the city. The artillery and muskets fired desperately, with the simple purpose of killing and injuring the Hou Jin army as much as possible!
"The artillery fires fifty steps to cut off the Tatar team. The infantry should be careful when shooting. Don't kill the real master. I still hope that he will hold off these Tatars for a while!" "Wang Hua yelled the command at the top of his lungs!
Wang Hua's artillery had originally set its shooting target fifty steps behind Huang Taiji. This time it was extended fifty steps, directly separating the front and rear soldiers and horses of Huang Taiji and the Hou Jin Army. Come!
But Huang Taiji, as the son of Nurhachi and the flag leader of the Zhengbai Banner, Baylor, is the fate of these Houjin troops. If Huang Taiji dies here, these Zhengbai Banner bannermen will be punished, at least they will be enslaved by armored men. Such a consequence is not something they can bear, so even if they know they will die, these Houjin troops charge desperately in the direction of Huang Taiji!
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The round pancake-shaped shells of the steel squatting tiger cannon continued to explode in the crowd of the Hou Jin army. Every time such a roar was heard, a dozen or even dozens of Hou Jin soldiers were torn into pieces, and then Hou Jin soldiers were torn into pieces. The army's ranks will also be blasted into a blood-red open space!
But such empty space will soon be filled again, and then blasted away again!
Although the power of artillery was terrifying, what made the Hou Jin army even more desperate was the shooting of muskets on the city. In their eyes, although muskets were useful, they were of little use. The shooting range was only thirty steps and the power was difficult. Penetrating two layers of cotton armor, most of the post-Jin soldiers looked down on the Ming army who used muskets!
But today, the muskets used by these Ming troops have seen ghosts. They are obviously about 200 steps away from the city wall, but the muskets on the top of the city can easily penetrate their cotton armor, and can even directly blast through them. Their bodies made it impossible for them to even see the enemy's face clearly, and their lives were harvested just like that!
After decades of fighting, Houjin soldiers are not afraid of death. They can brave arrows to charge at enemies ten times more than themselves, and they can die together with the enemy without caring about them. However, they cannot accept that they cannot even see the face of the enemy. Qing, was killed like this!
I don¡¯t know how many soldiers of the Hou Jin Dynasty held the bows and arrows in their hands, with such anger and unwillingness in their eyes, and they were shot through the chest by bullets, and died in a foreign land in suffocation!
Huang Taiji's wound had been bandaged by the guards at this time. Although they did not see his wound, he could no longer feel the existence of his left leg. He knew very well that even if this injury did not kill him, it would still break it. This gave him the opportunity to compete for the throne, which made the hatred in Huang Taiji's heart burn like fire!
But Huang Taiji knew very well that now was not the time to show off. He must escape with as many people as possible. Only by being alive can there be hope!
"Pass my military order, retreat along the city wall to the upper reaches of the Datong River!" Huang Taiji endured the severe pain and issued his order!
With Huang Taiji¡¯s military order, the chaotic Hou Jin soldiers finally had a target for action, so a guard tied Huang Taiji behind his back, mounted his war horse and galloped along the city wall towards the upper reaches of the Datong River!
With the movement of Huang Taiji and his guards, those Houjin soldiers who were desperately rushing forward also found their way, so they gathered into a group to protect Huang Taiji and ran away!
But in the process, the Hou Jin Army was once again violently attacked by the Ming Army. Pieces of Hou Jin soldiers fell under Pyongyang City, but more of the Hou Jin Army followed Huang Taiji and escaped from the city of Pyongyang with artillery and muskets. The shooting!
It has to be said that Huang Taiji's military ability is extremely outstanding. Even when he was seriously injured, he made the right choice and ran along the city wall.?The flanks are exposed to the enemy, but they can escape from the firing range of the artillery as quickly as possible!
Looking at the Hou Jin army fleeing, Wang Huahua on the top of the city showed an evil smile. People who are familiar with him know that as long as Wang Hua shows such a smile, someone must be in bad luck!
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After the Hou Jin Army broke out of the Pyongyang city wall for about a mile, accompanied by an extremely violent explosion, a ball of orange-red mushroom-shaped flames with black smoke rose in the middle of the Hou Jin Army!
With such a violent explosion, the city walls of Pyongyang shook several times. The Houjin soldiers at the center of the explosion were directly torn into pieces. Even the seriously injured Huang Taiji was no exception. Broken limbs fell like rain, and some body parts even landed on the top of Pyongyang City!
As for those Houjin soldiers who were not at the center of the explosion, they only felt a scorching hurricane blowing after the explosion, and they were thrown away with their men and horses. When they landed, although their bodies were intact, there were no traces in their seven orifices. But blood oozed out, and the person couldn't die anymore!
The Houjin soldiers who were lucky enough not to be affected by the explosion had completely lost their will to fight at this time. They no longer cared about Lord Baylor. They only knew how to drive their horses hard, hoping to escape from this hell of iron and fire as soon as possible. If they had a choice, they would never fight the Ming army again!
"Is it worth exchanging five thousand kilograms of gunpowder for a gold-plated Lord Beile?" Wang Hua rubbed his buzzing ears and smiled at Tian Ci beside him.
"How do you know they will run to the upper reaches of the Datong River?" the Tian Ci asked with a frown.
"Who knows?" Wang Hua said nonchalantly: "I just buried five thousand kilograms of gunpowder on both sides, and it would be the same no matter which way they ran!"
The Tian Ci looked at Wang Hua, opened his mouth, but said nothing. Finally, he hugged his mini rifle and left quickly, as if he wanted to stay away from Wang Hua as soon as possible!
Wang Hua ignored him and shouted to his men: "Don't be stunned. Go clean the battlefield and search hard to see if you can find some bits and pieces of Lord Baylor. That's a reward." What a great collection!¡±
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As soon as Wang Hua finished speaking, there was a rush of horse hoofbeats from the Pyongyang City Gate. Wang Hua lowered his head and saw that it was Han Siwen and his three hundred military policemen who rode out of Pyongyang City and fled towards the Houjin soldiers. I chased him in the opposite direction!
Although they suffered heavy losses, there were still five to six thousand Houjin soldiers who survived. Han Siwen didn't care about the number of the opponent at all, so he led his men like sharp arrows from the string and charged forward without hesitation!
It was as if there were just a group of sheep in front of them, not twenty times more Houjin cavalry than themselves! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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